Man, back when I was living with my grandparents and going to church all the time there was a nun who said that to me constantly. I actually read your “Now be nice” in her voice and instinctively wanted to strangle you as badly as I always wanted to strangle her.

In an old brick house all covered in vines
Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
The smallest one was Madeline.
In two straight lines they broke their bread,
Brushed their teeth,
Said their prayers,
And went to bed.
Then suddenly in the middle of the night,
Miss Clavelle said “something is not right!”
And she ran.
And she ran.
And she RAN.
And she flung open the doors and switched on the light
And she cried: “Girls! Whatever is the—
“AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!”